You know what's wrong with our waterfront? It's the love of a lousy buck. It's making the love of a buck, the cushy job, more important than the love of man. It's forgetting that every fellow down here's your brother in Christ.

Boxing is a mental sport. Think of a prizefight as a chess game of mind and body, and you are a little closer to it than if you compare it to a bloody brawl in an alley.

I suppose it's too bad people can't be a little more consistent. But if they were, maybe they would stop being people.

You either go along with the system - conform to what is expected to be a hit - or you have very tough going

Conscience. That stuff can drive you nuts.

I don't like the country. The crickets make me nervous.

Fights can be dumped in a dozen ways. Sometimes everybody but the fighter knows. Sometimes only the fighter knows.